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Coughing, blues? : "gol, bret--don't me there!"
I'm gonna tell you who we are.

Well big rock singers
We got golden
And loved everywhere we go
(that like us)

We sing about
And we sing truth
At ten million dollars a
(yeah, right!)

We all kinda pills
That give us all thrills
But the thrill we've never
Is the thrill it gets ya
When you get picture
On the cover of the rolling

Rolling
I'm gonna see my on the cover

Gonna buy five copies for my

Gonna see my smiling
On the cover of the stone

I got a freaky old lady named cocaine
Who on my jeans
I got my poor old gray-haired
my limousine.

Now all designed to blow our minds,
But our minds won't be blown
Like the that'll getcha
When you get your
On the of the rolling stone

Spoken: hey, I how!!!

beautiful!

We gotta lot of teen-aged
groupies
Who do we say
We got a indian guru
teaching us a better way

We got all the friends that can buy,
So we never have to be
And we gettin' richer,
But we can't get our
On the cover of the stone

I don't know why we on the cover, baby!
Ah we're fellas!
I ain't kiddin' you man, we'd make a beautiful
I mean, I can see it now--we be up front,
Oh, we be smilin'....beautiful!